I came in through the red mud gate
Bare feet, sharp teeth, heavy weight
Tin cup burning in my hand
You saw my eyes and knew the plan
Black hen on a cedar stump
Three hard knocks and the room went up
Old drum talking, skin so tight
We shook that floor till the bones felt right
Hey
Pull that rope
Hold that flame
Say my name
Hey
Don’t look down
Hearts go wild
When it comes around
Shake that bone
Shake that bone
Black hen, black hen
Bring it home
Shake that bone
Shake that bone
We go wild
We go wild
Salt on the tongue, smoke in the hair
Ring of mirrors everywhere
Gold tooth grin and a broken bell
One more scream and the circle fell
Hands on the ceiling, hands on hips
Thunder in the fingertips
You clap once, I lose my mind
We’re all loose ends at the edge of time
Hey
Pull that rope
Hold that flame
Say my name
Hey
Don’t look down
Hearts go wild
When it comes around
Shake that bone
Shake that bone
Black hen, black hen
Bring it home
Shake that bone
Shake that bone
We go wild
We go wild
Mud in the mouth
Fire in the knee
Tell me who you are
Tell me what you need
One voice rising
Then ten more scream
Cedar smoke
And the old dream
Shake that bone
Shake that bone
Black hen, black hen
Bring it home
Shake that bone
Shake that bone
We go wild
We go wild
Shake that bone
Shake that bone
Black hen, black hen
Bring it home
- Lyricist
MASAQUI
- Composer
MASAQUI
- Producer
MASAQUI
- Programming
MASAQUI
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Black Hen Ritual
MASAQUI
Shake That Bone is a raw ritual driven funk trance filled with tribal rhythm sweat smoke and spiritual chaos
Built around pounding drums hypnotic chants and explosive group energy
the song feels like a forgotten midnight ceremony hidden deep inside the backroads of another world
Red mud cedar smoke broken bells and wild handclaps create an atmosphere somewhere between gospel revival voodoo ritual and psychedelic soul performance
The mysterious figure of the Black Hen moves through the song like a spirit guide pulling the crowd deeper into frenzy and release
Every scream every stomp and every drumbeat pushes the music closer to total loss of control
The sound is dirty physical and alive
like an old analog recording captured inside a room shaking apart from rhythm and heat
This is not polished music
It is primal human energy turning into sound
